we need to let go and go with our children

She wanted to run right to the end. Her little hand tugged and tugged at her mother to let her go. The mother was afraid, afraid of the freedom the child longed for.  It was the open space that worried her most, not being able to always to be sure of the boundaries.  Her mind was always full of what might happen and that ‘might’ always ended in disaster. Improbable disaster her intellect said, but her heart didn’t agree.

She turned her attention to the child hoping to distract her. Then on a sudden  spur of the moment thought she let go of her daughter’s hand and ran with her down the length of the pier and into the summer’s day.